The Wrong Woman

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Over and over, Fenna played out the snarrative, and Mila had reached her limit.

Cameron led Fenna away with the police.

Cole carried Nathan, while Mila and Phoebe guided him out of the motel.

The night seemed destined for endless torment.

Unable to take Nathan, who was deeply ensnared in a drug-induced slumber, hwith her, Mila chose to stay at the hotel.

Cole returned hwith Phoebe.

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, Mila tenderly wiped Nathan's feverish body, trying to cool his soaring temperature.

Despite his drug-induced sleep, he appeared restless, as if the drug still held him in its grip. Mila pondered if easing sof his tension might offer him srelief.

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She undressed them both and leaned in to kiss Nathan softly, positioning herself above him.

Just as she prepared to close the distance between them, Nathan's eyes snapped open.

Taken aback, Mila pulled back, her voice trembling. "Nate, are you awake?"

Frowning, Nathan stared at her for a moment before uttering, "Chubs?"

With a nod, Mila's eyes welled up as she softly touched his flushed cheek. "I'm so sorry. I almost let something terrible happen to you."

In an instant, Nathan seized her wrist and yanked it forcefully away, casting her aside.

Mila winced, the sharp pain jolting through her wrist as she barely held on to the bed.

Nathan sat up abruptly, his gaze falling on his now naked body, his face turning pale with anger. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself and staggered into the bathroom. "Nate, what's wrong?" Mila, covering herself with another blanket, rushed to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Get out!" Nathan roared. The sound of running water then followed suit.

Feeling lost and distressed, Mila cried out, "It's me, Chubs, your wife!"

"I told you to leave!"

In that

everyheart-wrenching moment,

fell apart. Mila couldn't

fathom what she had done wrong. Nathan had never been so harsh with her before.

Was it because she arrived late? Or because she hadn't taken care of him properly, leaving him vulnerable to Fenna's advances?

Tears welled in Mila's eyes. Lost in her thoughts and growing anxiety, she called out, "Nate, please, what's going on? Why are you angry?" From the bathroom, Nathan's voice lashed out, "Damn it, how drugged am I? Even your voice sounds like my wife's!"

Mila was taken aback by his delirious words. After a moment of shock, she couldn't suppress a tearful chuckle. "Nate, I'm not Fenna. I'm Chubs."

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With unwavering sternness, Nathan retorted, "I don't care who you are. You have two minutes to get dressed and leave, or you'll regret it."

Mila couldn't help but feel a mix of

amusement and despair. How should she handle a husband so fiercely guarding his honor?

Suffering from hallucinations due to the drugs, he didn't even trust his own eyes.

"Well, if he can hold it in, so be it," she thought.

With a resigned smile, Mila said, "I'll stay in the next room. Cfindonce you're awake. Your phone is on the bedside table. If you need help, calland I'll send you to the hospital." sŵ.net

A heavy silence emanated from the bathroom.

Mila dressed, left his room, and went to the lobby to check in another room.

An hour later, as Mila teetered on the edge of sleep, her phone chimed twice. It was a message from Nathan.

"Chubs, don't worry. I'm fine. I won't be coming back tonight."

A soft smile graced Mila's lips.

He still doubted his wife was a door away.

She replied, "Okay, drink plenty of water and rest up. I'm just next door. See you tomorrow."

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